mckenna, as of late, was doing her best to keep her head down and keep herself out of trouble. though try as she might, her common sense & her stubborn nature were always at war with one another. and tonight, it seemed that being cooped up in the entelechy mansion and her refusal to be some DAMSEL IN DISTRESS led to a familiar scene. mckenna, adorned in a leather jacket & spiked heels, leaning against the alley wall outside of a dive bar and smoking and watching a group of day trotters & night creepers go at it with broken beer bottles and bare fists.
faye was on her way to the bar which had now sadly become a part of her daily routine. she immediately hushed her footsteps as she saw a familiar face in the darkness. it was her sister. now was her chance to talk to her and as creepy as it felt she quietly followed the girl. “ mckenna, we should talk, “ she finally spoke up once she realized that the girl was no longer planning to move.
